Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.